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I’ve stopped saying things can’t get any worse, because they can, and do. I don’t need to make lists for you. Even if you don’t read the news, you can read the shock and despair on your friend’s face. Even if you ask not to be told the details, every life lost is written in … Continue reading sanctuary

It is 3am, the hour of the black dog, and my heart is pounding, battering my chest like a bird flinging itself against the bars of a cage. Let me out, she gasps. I’m wounded. I’m bleeding. I press my hand to her wild thrashing, and say sweetheart, tell me. What’s wrong? She begins to … Continue reading rebel heart

Here’s what I want to tell you: Japanese monks and nuns write poems as they lay dying. Japanese death poems. You can look it up. What do they say? Some version of I am here at the edge of unknowing. It is dark. It is light. The light is within the dark. There is no … Continue reading darkness as medicine

She woke me with the gentle touch of a feather across my face. Get up, she whispered. It’s the dark times. We have work to do. I resisted. I was tired. You got that right, I said. These are the dark times. I need coffee. She followed me into the kitchen and that’s when I … Continue reading sing back the light

we are all saying please My granddaughter toddles to meet me when I arrive. I pick her up and she pats me on the back, reassuring me, letting me know that all is well, no matter that the wheels of my mind are spinning from the latest savage cruelty and violence. All is well, her … Continue reading we are all saying please